An alternative universe for The House of the Dragon
How the existence of Rhaenyra's younger sister can change the course of history, the youngest daughter of King Viserys Targaryen and the Queen Aemma Arryn.
To cover the heir to the throne's transgr...
Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader
Warnings: cursing, incest, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, Aegon being a creep to his underage niece, the use of the word bastard. Birth, childbirth, that's it.
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Year 131 AC, 3 years after.
"It's been over a day!", whispered Rhaegar, "Is mom going to be alright?"
"She is", said Maekar, "She has too", the double doors of the Princess' quarters opened up, revealing Aemma coming in, in her hand was little Saera, walking like a cute little penguin. Saera was a little over 2 years old, with thick brown hair in soft curls, and, unlike any of her brothers, she inherited the amethyst eyes of the House of the dragon.
"Is our little sister here yet?", Aemma asked with a big smile. Rhaegar snatched two year old Saera in his arms
"it's a boy I told you", he mocked, making his little sister giggle
"mama!", she called, "Where's mama?"
"She is almost done, little one", he assured her, kissing her on the tip of her nose.
Aemma sat besides Maekar
"Birth sounds painful", she whispered, Maekar just sighed
"Indeed"
"One more push", whispered Harwin against your temple, "come on honey, you have done this before, four times before, remember?"
"But nothing like this", you cried. You had never taken so long... a whole painful day since you released your waters. "Promise me this is the last time Harwin", you whispered between contractions
"I promise"
"We can see the head Princess, one more push", said the sweet midwife, "One more push", and with one piercing scream that you were sure was going to be heard in all the corners of the Red Keep, you managed to expel your child from you
"It's a boy!", someone said. And you heard Harwin laugh with relief. As you tried to recuperate your breath. But you could sense, nobody said anything else, and he didn't cry.
"What is going on?", you looked up at Harwin who looked at the midwives in panic. And for long minutes, nobody said anything, and you couldn't see anything. "Please!", and then, finally, a scream, a cry, your baby's cry. Harwin released you to go see him.
You marveled at your husband, despite every time they tried to keep him away, but he was always going to be there right by your side on the birthing bed.
Harwin received his child in his arms, but he frowned as he looked at him
"What is it?", you asked, with a knot in your throat. Harwin caressed the baby's head, and then he came to you
"Look at him", he chuckled, and there he was, another black haired... your son had dark hair, except in a part of his head, he had white hair, in a big spot in his head.
